Tuesday, February 18, 2014

191-200

writing means i'm here
will one day show i was here
longhand graffiti

"Music to my ears"
that applies to lots of things
Most  of all music

Meir Shuster was
so good that Failed Messiah
had no dirt on him

Will we change the world?
Not if we don't change ourselves
Best get up early

"It's just a number"
Not true about age, because-
It's our number

Man turns to child
- taking fruit from the hotel -
"We'll juice these at home"

Sometimes it's kindest
to sit sadly by the side
of your friend who's sad

Don't know about ghosts
I don't think I've seen one yet
But, do they see me?

Both masters and slaves
that's what I think we all are
Till the day we stop

I owe a student
from so many years ago
answers about G-d

Sunday, February 9, 2014

181-190

Thin line between
Killing time, reviving
Trying and hiding

Beyond the pain, pain
Mountains beyond mountains
There is much to heal

Living here is hard
says everyone who lives there,
then they say to come 

Everything can wait
Only one thing must be now -
that is this moment

I'm starting to sweat
inside, awaiting a ride,
as if the coat helps

Embrace peace and love
To know how to love, know hate
War sheds light on peace

Alone with others
In the quiet of the noise
In life and in death 

Closeness and distance
Like hours, minutes, seconds
Disappear for friends

My old Aunt Clara
Only known to me as old
Because I was young

Sometimes I wonder
why G-d created colors
that so few can see